I’m not good at taking care of myself
but I’d make you baths filled with flowers
and I know I’d treat you well.
I don’t know how to deal with
my own emotions but I’d hold you crying
in my arms, and I’d laugh with you
till the sun rose.
I’m not good with mess,
and I hate uncertainty, but I’d clean
up your dishes and sweep up
your doubts about everything.
Maybe I’m not the best person —
I’m unsure of myself and I often think
living is so cruel that I’m not
sure if I want to keep doing it.
But if you were to grab my hand,
I wouldn’t let it go.
We could do this together.
— take my hand // r.e.s